There used to be a saying about shepherds and skies – do you know it?
I sit awake nights, trying to remember the sky Before.
The nights the wolves grow brave, snuffling round camp with their hollow bellies and frosted eyes. The nights cold shoos the black bears from the mountains and I sit vigil with my rusted rifle, cradling our last shells like a miser with his gold.
Memories of the world Before are slipping from me, you see, turning to dreams, to fictions. Only that rhyme proves the sky wasn’t always red.
Tell me you remember it.
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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the pic and write a tale to suit. Visit here to join in the fun.
Great evocative piece, Lynn. I like the sky Before.
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Thanks Josh
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Brilliantly thought out and executed. I do love your tales. And I don’t wonder that you have the success that you do. 🙂
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Ah, thank you. My success is small so far, I guess, but will continue hopefully. Thanks for reading 🙂
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It might be small, but so is an acorn. 🙂
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🙂
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Wow wow wow! Beautifully done, Lynn.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks so much Susan. So glad you liked it 🙂
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That was absolutely fabulous, Lynn…
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Ah, thank you Dale 🙂
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Lovely. I really like “the wolves grow brave, snuffling round camp with their hollow bellies and frosted eyes”
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Thank you Neil – so glad you liked that line too
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You demonstrate great skill in the way you make us aware that the sky post-apocalypse is red. The descriptive writing is lovely. Excellent!
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Thank you so much Penny. Really glad you liked it
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absolutely fantastic. Loved the beautiful description. 🙂
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Thank you very much Priya
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Dear Lynn,
You are the maven of description. No other way to say it. Your 100 words are riveting as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, dear Rochelle. Your words mean so much
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So ominous..I fear there will be the same wondering if we keep torturing the planet.
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I hope you’re wrong, but I fear you may be right. Thank you Susie
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You even describe the dystopian apocalypse beautifully 🙂
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Thank you Iain
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Beautiful words for a horrible situation. Perfect writing, as always.
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Thank you Gabi. 🙂
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Such a skilfully written story Lynn. I love the way you paint the scene, convey the lyrical mood. Also how you hint at the end of the world, lightly held in balance. Great writing.
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Thanks so much for the kind comment and for reading
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Great voice on this one, Lynn! And every detail adds up so well to paint the sad picture of now versus Before.
And what a funny coincidence: I just read a story in the latest issue of Fantasy & Science Fiction where the sky turned red!
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Thank you Joe. Red’s a good colour for a post apocalyptic sky, isn’t it – the colour of danger, just ordinary enough to be believable, weird enough to suggest something seriously bad has happened. Thanks for the kind comment
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The way I was picturing it wasn’t ordinary at all. Now that I think about it, of course there are streaks of red in the sunset or sunrise. But I was imagining blood red from horizon to horizon, ew!
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No ‘delight’ in that red sky! Yes, it would definitely depend on the shade, wouldn’t it? Could be quite terrifying. I remember years ago, seeing a very odd cloud phenomenon – ice was caused by ice crystals caught in the clouds reflecting light, but for all the world it looked like oil slicks in the sky. And because it was so unusual – never seen anything like it before or since – it was actually very unnerving to see something so familiar, so natural as the sky looking so alien. Weird skies are creepy.
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Wow, that does sound unnerving. I’ve seen some pretty bizarre photos that look like they must be photoshopped, but are apparently true natural phenomena. I imagine it looked even weirder in person — as with your oil slick sky; photographs never really capture it.
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You’re right there, a photo couldn’t have captured it properly. Nature is full of weird phenomena and it’s nice it can still surprise us 🙂
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This read like poetry.
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Thank you Dawn 🙂
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I loved the sad, reflective voice in this. Beautifully done, Lynn.
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Thank you so much Sandra
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I love the details and the atmosphere you created, Lynn! 🙂
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Thank you Brenda
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I enjoyed the “cradling our last shells” line Lynn. Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach and have a poetry blog in case you have time to read? http://www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com and I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively, let’s follow each other if you use this medium? Have a good day? Sam 🙂
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Thank you Sam. I don’t do Instagram but have followed your blog – I could so with extra positivity in my life! All the best
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And to you too Lynn! Lovely to connect 🙂
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